Talking doesn't make you any smarter
Spirits whisper when you're walking harder
Further up the mountainside
Moist and friendly dirt abides
A setting star pulls two along
A feeble path less trampled on
A doe a buck a friendly pine
A stony seat where two recline
Smell the dew
In walking shoes
With misty skies above
Pay your dues
And find the view
Where Earth returns your Love
by Richard W. Bray
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